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Undertow
I told him well live happily ever after, with no one but ourselves
And all well ever be
is dust on empty shelves
Nothing to show
But Memories that could've been
A love made up of lies
Full of selfish need and sin
Youre Unpredictable
Like an undertow
You'd hold me tight
And then let go
I just wanted to know what we were doing
Though afraid of what id hear
Ignorance never felt so safe
To know- my biggest fear.
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